CHAPTER 11: THE SECOND WAVE
Six months after the trial, a unexpected package arrived at my corporate office, marked with a red seal from the Swiss Banking Authority.
Inside was a single silver key and an encrypted ledger code addressed directly to Clara Vance.
My father and I decrypted the drive inside a secure room at the firm. As the lines of code resolved into bank account numbers, my jaw dropped.
"This isn't Eleanor's money," I whispered, staring at the screen.
"No," Arthur said, his eyes darkening. "This is the master offshore account for Brenda—Julian's aunt, Eleanor's silent partner who vanished the night of the terrace explosion."
The ledger revealed that while Eleanor and Julian had taken the public fall, Brenda had quietly managed the secondary laundering line, holding over eighty million dollars in hidden assets spread across shell accounts in Singapore and Panama.
Brenda had believed that with Eleanor in prison, the investigation was over. She was getting ready to withdraw the funds and disappear forever.
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"She thinks she escaped," I said, pulling out my phone.
"She forgot who's managing the ledgers now," Arthur replied with a sharp smirk.
